The random musings of a fashion addict about life and love, the positive and the negative.

Month: March 2016

Takin’ all the shots, I ain’t missin’ any freethrowsWe just touched down, like MarinoBitch, I’m in the buildingI think it’s time to reload…

Holy wow. So many good things this week. So many good things. ❤

For those of you who didn’t know, from, like, the 21st of March until yesterday, the 28th, I was involved in AlterEgo’s 7th Face Off contest. To me, it was the closest thing to a “Face” contest this brand would ever hold, and so, being that AlterEgo has been my obsession for far longer than I like admitting sometimes, of course I entered, and I was determined to end up on top.

Boy, look at You looking at meI know You know how I feel…Loving you is hard, being here is harderYou take the wheel.I don’t wanna do this anymore, it’s so surreal…I can’t survive if this is all that’s real…

“We won’t survive. We’re sinking into the sand.”

I am very… strange. Let’s be honest, we all knew that… lol. But what I mean is, I’m very strange when it comes to my experiences with other people, and the human race in general. In some instances, it is very easy for me to lose my faith in someone/people as a whole, and in other instances, it is very difficult for you to fall out of favor with me.

I drive your truckI roll every window downAnd I burn up every back road in this townI find a field, tear it upTil all the pain’s a cloud of dustYeah, sometimes I drive your truck…

“Mama asked me this morning if I’d been by your grave. But that flag and stone ain’t where I feel you, anyway…”

Something about being in this peaceful sim in a pretty new dress with some hair reminiscent of the ‘old Tivi’ just made me smile and get a bit nostalgic today. I am blessed to have the sponsors that I have, and while I don’t do this often, I’d like to personally thank Mami Jewell of -AZUL- and Casandra Rain of enVOGUE for unknowingly giving me the excuse to have a rather bittersweet, tender kind of past few hours while editing these pictures and reflecting while I listen to this song and write. It was sad, but it was a heart-warming kind of sad… if that makes sense.

But a caged bird stands on the graves of dreamshis shadow shouts on a nightmare screamhis wings are clipped and his feet are tiedso he opens his throat to sing…

I’m very torn about how I feel right now. The line from Maya Angelou’s poem about standing on the graves of dreams feels very much like a reality in my life at the moment, as it appears that some things I want for myself in my life (things that I would like to think I deserve, at some point) are continuing to elude me… but in the same breath, some other amazing pretty awesome dreams have begun to come true on the coattails of a few others breaking down.

You fascinated me, cloaked in shadows and secrecyThe beauty of a broken angelI ventured carefully, afraid of what You thought I’d beBut pretty soon I was entangled…

“Teach me how to fight, I’ll show you how to win. You’re my mortal flaw, and I’m Your favorite sin. Let me feel the sting, the pain, the burn under my skin.”

So. I took these pictures yesterday and then kinda lost the motivation to actually WRITE a post for them, so I sat on them for a day. Sorry about that. However, it means that I can ironically announce and thank a new sponsor in a post that actually features them, so that coincidence totally works out, right?